Oh Why

If these are our days
Nothing more nothing less
And we spread our arms and take a spin
But touch only emptiness
Then Why
Wether it’s love or cancer
Shortening our years
It will leave us dying alone
In the arms of a nightmare
So Why
A choice means having some hope
Not Me
A tool to make us all cope
That’s not me
But it’s the slipperiest of slopes
Not Me
When at the end of that road
There’s a rope
Guess that’s me
Hope is so fragile
Like the bones from a bird
Its water’s too shallow
Leave it unstirred
And don’t use the word future
That way too absurd
Describing what we’ll never have
It’s just a vicious joke of a word
Oh Why